"Young Master, are you alright?"
Charlie River looked at the dusty and disheveled Thomas Shannon. If it weren't for his prior orders forbidding them to step in, how else would they stand by and watch him suffer?
"What's a little scratch?"
Thomas Shannon deliberately comforted Little Miss Snowball, the little fellow's brows furrowed tightly, seemingly very worried.
Holding Snowball, Thomas Shannon got into the car and sighed softly, "Snowball, these wounds are a man's badge of honor, you know?"
Snowball shook her head.
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, ruffled her head, "You'll understand later."
It's just a pity... even Snowball came back with him, trying to get close to Sophie Sullivan would probably be difficult.
On the way back to the hotel, Charlie River's mobile phone rang, an unknown number.
He picked it up, "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, is this Mister River?" The voice on the other end stammered, accompanied by trembling.
"I am."
